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While it was being driven in by the monk's lusty arm, each blow being accompanied by the word "'Dicas'!" Grandier exclaimed "My God! they are killing me, and yet I am neither a sorcerer nor sacrilegious!" At the fourth wedge Grandier fainted, muttering "Oh, Pere Lactance, is this charity?"
"Forgive me, Richard. I can't do it!" Mr. Dicas, waiting for his instructions, laid down his pen and looked at Sir Joseph's son-in-law elect. What would Mr. Turlington say? He said nothing. Sitting opposite the window, he rose when Sir Joseph spoke, and placed himself at the other side of the table, with his back to the light.
You've come across the devil he isn't always black and you've not had your neck wrung. I wear a woollen suit, but I'm no sheep.* Go and burn a candle to your majari, she deserves it well. Come, good-by once more. Don't think any more about La Carmencita, or she'll end by making you marry a widow with wooden legs. * * Me dicas vriarda de jorpoy, bus ne sino braco. A gipsy proverb.
While it was being driven in by the monk's lusty arm, each blow being accompanied by the word "'Dicas'!" Grandier exclaimed "My God! they are killing me, and yet I am neither a sorcerer nor sacrilegious!" At the fourth wedge Grandier fainted, muttering "Oh, Pere Lactance, is this charity?"
Not a half-penny to me!" he cried magnanimously, in his brassiest tones. "Not a half-penny to me!" Let no man say the rich are heartless. Sir Joseph seized his son-in-law's hand in silence, and burst into tears. Mr. Dicas, habitually a silent man, uttered the first two words that had escaped him since the business began.
He looked across the table at his client and delivered himself on this special occasion of as many as three words. "Are you mad?" he asked. Sir Joseph's healthy complexion slightly reddened. "I never was in more complete possession of myself, Mr. Dicas, than at this moment." Mr. Dicas was not to be silenced in that way. "Are you aware of what you do," persisted the lawyer, "if you appoint Mr.
Ante oculos natos Calceatos et cruciatos Jam feret ignavus, Vetitaque libidine pravus. En quoque quod mirum, Quod dicas denique dirum, Sanguinem equus sugit, Neque bellua victa remugit! These lines he carefully copied, accompanied, in his letter of July 19, with the following translation.
Read the instructions, Mr. Dicas." Sir Joseph's contemplated Will proved to have two merits it was simple and it was short. In its various provisions, made with these two main objects in view, the Will followed the precedents established in such cases. It differed in no important respect from the tens of thousands of other wills made under similar circumstances.
Sir Joseph's motive in claiming special attention for it still remained unexplained, when Mr. Dicas reached the clause devoted to the appointment of executors and trustees; and announced that this portion of the document was left in blank. "Sir Joseph Graybrooke, are you prepared to name the persons whom you appoint?" asked the lawyer.
Thus, when you see SOCRATES brought upon the Stage, you are not to imagine him made ridiculous by the imitation of his actions: but rather, by making him perform something very unlike himself; something so childish and absurd, as, by comparing it with the gravity of the true SOCRATES, makes a ridiculous object for the spectators. Ex homine hunc natum dicas.
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